'tell me this is how we feel...'
Contradictory to popular (?) belief, I did not drown/choke on chocolate/get married/get a life. The last option however, Spoonfighter got some of it. It's called 'a job'.
I spent most of last month studying, training, registering a company (alright, a one-man enterprise), getting used to the job in question, and ignoring life.
To be honest though, dramas are also partially responsible.
Anyway, I'm a consultant at a call center now. Still only that, because my other (main) project needs more time and caring attention to develop, like most genius children do.
The job isn't bad, I actually enjoy it. I mostly like talking to customers, I enjoy perfect air-conditioning (oh yes, it is very important!), I made some friends too. It's not my dream job, but I know I will learn a lot while working there. What I do not enjoy, is shifts. But I guess I'll have to get used to that.
There's a lot of people, all of them young, so there's a rule saying we call each other by first names. I had a hard time getting used to that I must say, because I find showing respect/possibly good manners to people who aren't my personal friends a norm. In fact, even though I do call my superiors by given names just like they ask, I still... bow (a habit that would be hard to get rid of if I tried, and I never did). Some of them probably already dislike me. Too bad ;P
Side note: could it be that because we address each other in a way that's unnatural to our language, some people forget manners altogether? Or is that because majority of the workers are students, acting so, and making some of the older crew lose it at times? I don't know, but sometimes I find the reactions of some of them more fierce than the circumstances call for.
On the other hand, whenever I nag about waiters/shop attendants/people in the bus not being nice, I am reminded by whoever is with me, that I'm not in Japan anymore. So basically it could be me being oversensitive.
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As for dreams, I mostly gave up singing, at least as far as pro career goes.
I want a haunted house now. My very own, super scary haunted house children below 12 y.o. wouldn't be allowed into. Did I already tell you that?
For the finishing touch - I absolutely adore this song. Because.
I spent most of last month studying, training, registering a company (alright, a one-man enterprise), getting used to the job in question, and ignoring life.
To be honest though, dramas are also partially responsible.
Anyway, I'm a consultant at a call center now. Still only that, because my other (main) project needs more time and caring attention to develop, like most genius children do.
The job isn't bad, I actually enjoy it. I mostly like talking to customers, I enjoy perfect air-conditioning (oh yes, it is very important!), I made some friends too. It's not my dream job, but I know I will learn a lot while working there. What I do not enjoy, is shifts. But I guess I'll have to get used to that.
There's a lot of people, all of them young, so there's a rule saying we call each other by first names. I had a hard time getting used to that I must say, because I find showing respect/possibly good manners to people who aren't my personal friends a norm. In fact, even though I do call my superiors by given names just like they ask, I still... bow (a habit that would be hard to get rid of if I tried, and I never did). Some of them probably already dislike me. Too bad ;P
Side note: could it be that because we address each other in a way that's unnatural to our language, some people forget manners altogether? Or is that because majority of the workers are students, acting so, and making some of the older crew lose it at times? I don't know, but sometimes I find the reactions of some of them more fierce than the circumstances call for.
On the other hand, whenever I nag about waiters/shop attendants/people in the bus not being nice, I am reminded by whoever is with me, that I'm not in Japan anymore. So basically it could be me being oversensitive.
***
As for dreams, I mostly gave up singing, at least as far as pro career goes.
I want a haunted house now. My very own, super scary haunted house children below 12 y.o. wouldn't be allowed into. Did I already tell you that?
For the finishing touch - I absolutely adore this song. Because.